Wednesday, 6 October 2010

The Final Poem for the Bus last Monday.

Well thank you for all your comments, I deliberated which version of my poem to put on. I have decided - thanks to reading you all - that really a lot of it is best left unsaid to the imagination. Short and sweet seems to be the order of the day. I shall certainly never forget the sight. Here is the poem:-

weaver i saw young and old foxes this summer on my trip to prince edward island but the one i will hold dearest in my remembering was on a bicycle ride just north of here. an older fox who ran out onto the road not thrity feet in front of me, smilled and then washed into the brush to the side of the ride. like water. steven